The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 A Return Gift

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Once everything was done, Elizabeth felt completely at ease. She hadn’t embarrassed him, since she had accepted the money.

And she hadn’t taken advantage of him either, since she’d paid him back with goods of equal value. Perfect.

The thought of stone–faced Cristian receiving several crates of farm produce, along with the shipping slip clearly marked in exchange for household expenses, made the corners of her mouth lift.

“So that’s military tradition, huh?” Elizabeth murmured, a sly glint flashing through her eyes. “Then I’ll answer with our farm’s tradition.”

As for what Cristian might think, whether he’d find her troublesome or think she didn’t know how to appreciate goodwill, Elizabeth had no time to worry about that now.

She still had huge stretches of farmland to plan, pickled long beans waiting to be made, and her private shipping route project to move forward.

This five–million–stellar–coin episode could count as nothing more than a small bit of entertainment in the middle of a very busy life.

What she didn’t know was that this sudden household expenses transfer, and her equal exchange in return, would stir up very different ripples at Hewitt Castle and at the distant frontline base.

At Hewitt Castle, the main residence was steeped in the quiet sunlight and faint floral fragrance of the afternoon.

aylee had just finished a tea gathering with several other ladies and was now sitting on the couch in a

all sitting room, gently rubbing the side of her forehead. She looked slightly tired, but there was still an

istakable trace of pleasure in her eyes.

At tea, several of her longtime friends had been asking about her remarkable daughter–in–law, some openly, some less so. Their words had been full of curiosity and admiration for those miraculous strawberries, potatoes, and sweet potatoes.

And as the mother–in–law in question, she couldn’t have felt prouder. The thought left her secretly delighted.

Just then, Jeremy stepped in with steady, quiet footsteps. In his hands was a sleek silver metal box, simple in design but unmistakably expensive.

“Mrs. Zaylee, this just arrived. The sender is Mrs. Elizabeth.” Jeremy bowed slightly as he presented the box.

Zaylee’s eyes lit up, and the weariness vanished from her face at once. She straightened in her seat. “It’s here? Quickly, let me see.”

She took the box and opened it. Inside were two storage buttons, each one with a label attached. One read

Chapter 210 A Return Gift

Commander Hewitt and Mrs. Zaylee. The other read Cristian.

“That child is so thoughtful. She even prepared one for Cristian.” Zaylee’s lips curved with obvious approval, her eyes full of warmth.

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She picked up the one meant for her and Trevor first and sent her mental power inside. The contents were neatly separated into sections.

On one side were vivid red strawberries arranged almost like works of art, plump potatoes, and sweet potatoes with enticing color. There was even more than she’d expected, clearly because Elizabeth had gone out of her way to include extra.

And on the other side, something made Zaylee let out a soft, delighted gasp.

“Oh. There are apples too, and… Amethyst Delight.”

Amethyst Delight was one of her favorite fruits. This melon was notoriously demanding when it came to growing conditions. It required stable temperature and humidity, specific soil composition, and ample but gentle sunlight.

Even on the kingdom’s most advanced agricultural planets, its yield was extremely limited. The price was so outrageous it bordered on absurdity, and it was usually supplied only to the royal family and the highest–ranking nobility. Even with the Hewitts‘ status, the amount they received in a year was limited.

Carefully, Zaylee took out one Amethyst Delight from the storage button. It wasn’t large, only a little bigger than an adult fist. Its skin was covered in interwoven dark purple and deep green netting, and it gave off a faint, distinctive fragrance.

From appearance alone, it was already more beautiful than any Amethyst Delight she’d ever eaten before.

Unable to wait any longer, she had someone bring over a silver fruit knife and a plate, then personally washed and cut open the precious melon.

The instant the blade sliced through the rind, an even richer sweetness filled the air, a delicate fragrance blending honey and floral notes. The flesh inside was a translucent pale violet, with the center brimming with syrup–like juice.

Zaylee lifted a small piece with a silver fork and placed it in her mouth. The next moment, her eyes narrowed in pure satisfaction, her whole body seeming to sink into that ultimate sweetness and freshness.

The flesh was silky and free of fiber, melting the moment it touched her tongue. Its pure sweetness carried just the right trace of acidity, and the juice was astonishingly abundant.

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